Boule à neige: luminescence of joy
I am in this small theater where everything is colored with pale colored pale colors and I sit waiting for the curtain to stand up. It's a place of really small size but has the peculiarity of widening any sound produced inside it. Sounds here in there are many, to tell the truth: it seems to be building the backdrop for an indefinite representation of how it can be the space enclosed within each of us, it seems like there is a small ensamble that is testing my state Receptive with a series of melodious and minimal sound signals, almost a preface to what should be a silence story lying over a landscape created for the game, a game built with the texture of the stone and the mildness of the water. I look around and perceive the closure of the outer space around us: to me and to a whole universe that I feel existed behind that curtain that suddenly and slowly starts to rise, revealing a scenario of infinite depth. I am overwhelmed, wrapped up, overwhelmed, abducted by a context that projects me in a dimension where the slow turbine of the symphony has the strength of the thousand winds, a place where the thrill of the soul finally finds the strength to express itself and explodes into universal delight , Bright and pure joy as the snow.
Mirco Salvadori – July 2015
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